THE BUTTERFLY.
Butterfly, say, is it true,All that the daisies have told?Are those bright spots on your wingsMade out of rainbows and gold?Did you come down on a beamOf light that shot thro’ the blue?Are you a piece of the sun?Butterfly, say, is it true?
Butterfly, say, is it true,All that the daisies have told?Are those bright spots on your wingsMade out of rainbows and gold?Did you come down on a beamOf light that shot thro’ the blue?Are you a piece of the sun?Butterfly, say, is it true?
Butterfly, say, is it true,All that the daisies have told?Are those bright spots on your wingsMade out of rainbows and gold?Did you come down on a beamOf light that shot thro’ the blue?Are you a piece of the sun?Butterfly, say, is it true?
Butterfly, say, is it true,
All that the daisies have told?
Are those bright spots on your wings
Made out of rainbows and gold?
Did you come down on a beam
Of light that shot thro’ the blue?
Are you a piece of the sun?
Butterfly, say, is it true?